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Kandos


Remember Portland, which we visited last week.  It was a town built from the cement industry but the cement works closed down 20 years ago.  Kandos is a similar town.  It was started in 1915 when a group of men saw the advantage of limestone, coal and railway line to establish a cement industry.  That industry has been the mainstay of the town.

Last year the cement works closed laying off 98 workers.  Outdated equipment, the high Aussie dollar, distance from the market, problems getting skilled workers and carbon tax were listed as factors in its demise.

But all is not lost. The town has a population of 1300, potential new coal mines in the area and together with nearby Rylstone is attractive to tourists.  Like Portland it will not die.

Visit Kandos at 100 Towns.

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  1. Kandos Cement closed down! My god I opened a few bags of that grey stuff when I was much younger. That is very sad for the town, I hope it survives.

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